#ouu i’m sick.

[lcvclywon]

this is live footage of me watching any enhypen tik tok

[jenomov]

tape 001. (l.jn + 00z line)

wc: 1.9k

“c’mon man, it’s my turn to choose the movie, it was your turn last week!” haechan groaned, slightly pushing jaemin.

“fine, but we’ll use renjun’s laptop this time, since a certain someone broke mine last week.” he turns back to haechan, rolling his eyes. “hey fuck you dude, i told you it was an accident alread-“

“no way! i have an essay coming up, i’m using it as soon as i finish this.” renjun yelled, from the kitchen, cleaning the dishes. “use jeno’s or something, he’s not here anyway.”

“are you crazy?” jaemin yelled back. “there’s private stuff on there!! and he only shares his laptop with his girlfriend.”

“so what?” haechan laughed. “he probably privates all his stuff anyway, you know how he is. plus, he has a bunch of movies in a file he keeps for us” — he gets up, fixes his hair before going into jeno’s room. “so i’ll go get it.”

a few minutes after looking for the device, haechan comes back to the living room, sitting between jaemin and renjun, opening the laptop. groaning, he’s met with a lockscreen, asking for a password.

“see, i told you we should’ve used renjun’s laptop, jeno’s too private man, i can’t even get in myself.” jaemin sighs, facing haechan. “where’s your laptop anyway?” he questions.

“mark has it, and he won’t be back until tomorrow.” he says typing on the keyboard, thinking of the right password.

“dude stop trying shit, you’ll lock his laptop forever.” renjun grabs his arm, already annoyed. “let’s just use the tv.”

“hold on man, there’s a hint here”

⃣[who’s my best friend?]

“oh yeah, that’s easy, it’s obviously me!” jaemin laughed.

however, the three boys were all met with a “try again” sentence. confused, they tried you, renjun, haechan, and well, most of the members, all answers being wrong, until “mark” somehow unlocked the laptop, making them stare at the homescreen picture being you and jeno on some sort of vacation.

“what the fuck?” haechan and jaemin yelled at the same time. they looked at each other for a few seconds, feeling betrayed.

“well! guess i’ll need to talk to mark when he comes back to see who his REAL best friend is!” haechan faked wiping a tear off his face, while looking for jeno’s pirated movie file. “i’m pretty sure it would’ve been too easy if he chose jaemin man.” renjun added. “dude, jeno’s not scared of getting caught having all those downloaded movies?” renjun asked, “there’s a shit load of pirated clips in there…” he continues.

minutes pass by and the silence in the living room is sometimes broken by “no not that” and “we’ve already watched this”. even added by a “we can’t watch horror movies because renjun is scared of those”—

“hey fuck you man, atleast i’m not a psycho and watch murder stories videos all night like you jaemin” he scoffs.

“whatever fuckass let’s just do something else— “hey guys?” haechan speaks up, making the bickering between the other two stop. “i think we’ve found our movie for tonight.”

“jeno’s into weird movies? there’s no title— ouu it’s probably something dark- ow!” jaemin laughs out loud while renjun hits him in the arm.

haechan clicks on the video, curiosity getting the best of him.

“woah what are you doing?” renjun stops him, panic taking over. “what? he probably just forgot to put the title on it, it’s probably just a regular movie, like spider-man or some shit.”

renjun sits back down, pushing his two toned hair back, nervous. “alright. besides, maybe it’s a movie we haven’t watched yet, i’m sick of you guys watching scary movies.”

“okay jun, just press play, we wanna see what’s that about.” jaemin retorts.

the beginning of the video shows nothing weird of any sort, just a dimly lit room and a bed— that kind of looks like jeno’s. without paying any mind to the details, they keep watching.

“shit, i’ll be back, my phone’s ringing.” renjun gets up to the bathroom, excusing himself.

the video continues normally, the dead silence of the room gets cut off by giggles and heavy sighs, which made the boys question their choice of movie.

“dude is that fucking porn? i don’t wanna watch that shit.” jaemin takes the laptop in his hands, ready to press the back arrow when he suddenly stops his movements.

“what?” confused, haechan looks closely at the screen, face changing from confusion to shock. “wait, is that-“ he adds “uh… yeah, i think so” jaemin places the computer back on the small table, paying more attention to the clip they found just a minute ago.

you’re barely noticeable, the camera shows you laying on the bed, wrists tied up and gagged, drool dripping around the plastic ball. your legs are spread at your maximum; showing your used and bruised ass to the lens, black tape covering your cunt, making your asshole the only thing on display. the only sound they could hear was your whining and moaning. jaemin and haechan stare at your trembling figure, unable to keep their eyes away.

“i’m sorry baby, but bad girls don’t deserve to be properly fucked don’t they” they could hear jeno talk behind the camera, voice low and far from his usual tone. “seeing you flirt with my friends, i cant let that happen now can’t i?” you shook your head, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. he gets closer to you, angling the camera to get a closer look at your hole. you whine as you feel his index and middle fingers on your taped cunt, eyes begging for him to fuck you.

“hey sorry that took so long it was important — what the fuck are you guys watching??” renjun interrupts, looking at the screen.

“just—just sit down man.” haechan mutters. “i can’t let you horny fucks watch some por-“

“woah.” he stops.

renjun feels guilty for watching, but he’s fixed on the way your body is trembling in excitement, by the way your pretty face is covered in spit and dried tears, or by the way you’re whining softly, eyes fixed on jeno, being so obedient, despite the obscene scene the tape is showing him.

he’s never imagined or thought of you this way, but when he feels his pants tightening, he had to watch more.

they want to see you vulnerable.

jeno holds the back of your thighs, making you stop wriggling underneath him. “now won’t you be a good girl and take what i give you?” you nod frantically, body shaking. “good girl.” he gives you a kiss on your nose, then lines himself up to your rim.

your muffled moans and cries are the only thing heard in the room. the three boys are mesmerized by your expressions, haechan’s slowly pulling his underwear down as he strokes his own cock. “this is wrong, we—can you please put your dick away?” jaemin asks. “if he knows we’ve watched this it’s over.” he continues, facing the urge to join haechan in his pleasuring session.

you get dizzy as you feel jeno filling you up so nicely, never getting used to how big he is. you look at him with half opened eyes, tears slowly falling down your eyes, wrists hurting from the restraints.

“man, look at how well she takes his dick.” haechan confesses, his hand stroking his tip, groaning at the sight of you being ruined.

jeno grabs your ass, making him reach deeper inside you, each rough thrusts make you beg, trying to reach for his arms despite your restraints. your head falls back on the pillows, feeling yourself losing it more and more. he taps your cheek a few times before removing the ball from your mouth, strings of saliva connected from your lips to the plastic. “what a messy baby, am i making you feel good?” he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. the boys groan at your fucked up state, they have never heard a better sound other than your moans and begging.

“u-uh huh… more… pleasepleaseplease.” you mumble. you feel him everywhere. his weight on you, his hands on your thighs, forcing your legs open, his stare, his cock splitting your ass open. you feel like passing out. “more?” he scoffs. “me fucking your tight little ass isn’t enough? you’re just a greedy whore, always want to be stuffed full of cock is that it?” you nod over and over again, making him chuckle. you feel out of it, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you want more, you’re desperate for a release, but you know jeno won’t give you what you want so easily, besides, you broke his rules, right?

the boys wondered how it would feel to be inside you, it’s not like they haven’t thought of it, maybe except renjun, who was always so respectful of you and your relationship. at the back of his head, he still felt bad for watching, but today, his perspective of you changed, you were nothing but a filthy slut, who’d give any of her holes, just for the sake of pleasure.

you gasp when you’re suddenly flipped onto your stomach, lightheaded from the previous actions of your boyfriend. “ass up.” is all he says as you obey, though struggling to keep your knees still, your legs shaking.

you feel jeno’s tip kiss your rim, as an indication that you’re not quite done being used yet. he positions the camera closer to your entrance as he slowly gets fully inside you, making you both sigh.

haechan is a mess, he’s getting closer to his release, while renjun tries to look away from the screen, forcing himself up to get water, he sighs uncomfortably at his tight shorts.

jaemin on the other hand, is so focused on you that he cums in his hand without realizing it.

“i have a big load for you angel, you’re gonna take all i give you right?” his thrusts get sloppier, he whines more and more feeling your tight hole milking him. “inside please.” is all that was needed before you feel his warm load inside your ass, crying into the pillow at the sensation.

the three boys groan at the sight of your abused hole, tape peeling off of your cunt, legs giving up making you almost fall before jeno picks your legs up, taking the camera to show your leaking hole. tsk.

“what an ungrateful little slut.” the name makes you look back at him, tears falling on your swollen face, “i’m sorry sir—” your fingers scoops the cum off your hole, bringing them to your mouth before releasing them with a slight ‘pop’. “is that better?” he slaps your ass making you yelp.

“good girl.”

“you’re gross haech, better hurry up before they come back and see your pervert ass on his computer.” renjun tells him, watching haechan run off to the bathroom, jeans barely on his legs.

jaemin wakes up from his daydream to his sticky hand, shaking his head before quickly pulling his pants off and head to his dorm.

renjun stares at the wall, feeling more guilty than ever, with a raging boner that he has yet to touch, when suddenly the door unlocks.

“shit.”

a/n: dialogue is so hard wtf…. part 2?

© jenomov do not repost/translate

[strniohoeee]

Belong To The City

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS A 18+ STORY BEYOND THIS POINT

Pairings: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Enemies-ish to lovers, friends-ish to lovers

Synopsis: Chris is such an arrogant asshole to Y/N, but when she snaps back he loses all control and pulls her to the side ⚠️THIS IS SMUT SO LEAVE ME ALONE⚠️

Warnings⚠️: This is straight up smut okay, so any young person PLZ PLZ go away and get off tumblr and go to bed please. Oh god what’s in here?? Manhandling, spit, mean Chris, crazy dirty talk. Mannnn idek this shit is intense, and I’m not even a Chris girl, but I put my whole pussy into this one

Song for the story: Belong To The City-PARTYNEXTDOOR

Right now I was currently standing in the corner of the living room of the triplets house as they had a party going around for completing the tour. It was mainly a celebration party for Chris, but Nick and Matt would never admit to that. However for me it was like my eternal hell. I absolutely hated parties especially ones full of all these LA “influencers” who were only here because they wanted to see who’s pants they could get into first. Same boring game over and over, so I stand in the corner at most parties with a drink in my hand observing everyone else, listening in on conversations and cringing at how embarrassing some of these people were. It brought me great joy, and I could ignore how badly I wanted to claw my way out this sweaty body infested house.

I went to take a sip from my orange solo cup, and noticed it was empty, so I made my way over to the kitchen. In there was Nick, Matt, Tril, Chris, Madi and a few other close friends of ours. Although I love the triplets, and they know how much I hate parties I always am on my best behavior for them!

“Yooo look who decided to join the party” Tril said bumping my shoulder. I just give a slight upturn of my mouth

“Haha so funny….” I replied back rolling my eyes

“Hey! Lighten up! Let loose, this is a celebratory party “ Tril answered back grabbing me by my shoulders

“You’re clearly very drunk, I’m having a great time watching all these people embarrass themselves trying to get into y’all’s pants” I replied back looking at all the drink options. My eyes light up once I see the strawberry Malibu

“Woahhh get into our pants?? Says who” Matt replies looking around curious

I pour a shot and gulp it down, and then another before I go to pour my third shot I look up and answer

“Nearly every single person in here” I replied down my third shot after pouring it

“You should slow down on the shots” when I bring my head down after downing my shot I lock eyes with Chris

“Ouu is the king of parties telling me to slow down on drinking??? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?” I said laughing along with everybody else

“No I’m just saying you tend to get a little out of hand when you’ve had a little too much Malibu” Chris responded shrugging. To this Nick giggles and has a light bulb moment

“Oh my fucking god like that one time you drank Malibu at that one party and puked on that guys dick” Nick says giggling….he was completely sober, so why in the fuck was he saying such a thing. My eyes pop out of my head

“First of all not true, and second of all you guys always purchase Malibu knowing it’s my favorite and then get upset when I wanna have fun” I said back with an attitude

“Maybe control your liquor intake and you wouldn’t be choking on dicks” Chris retorted back laughing hard with Matt while they leaned on each other for support like it was the funniest shit ever

“I can promise you I’ve never choked on a single dick, and I also promise you I’ve never sucked dick while drunk before…that’s a rookie mistake fuck face” I say back throwing ice cubes at him from my cup

“That’s not how I interpreted it when you were gagging on my dick, but I mean hey” He said back with the most smug smirk I have ever seen. My blood was boiling, my skin was on fire, I was seeing white hot rage.

Back in high school Chris and I got really close one year. It was actually the summer going into senior year, and to say I had a crush on him was an understatement. I really liked the kid, but I knew he’d never see me that way. But for some reason we had a really romantic summer, and at the end of it we decided to be each other's first everything. That being said I had never seen a dick nor touched or sucked one, and he was pretty large, so I did in fact gag a few times. Needless to say after that summer we never spoke about it again, and we actually acted like we never liked one another after that, so there was always this weird tension here and there

“You’re such a fucking dick” Was all I could get out, I was angry but I was hurt mostly. It was something we swore we’d keep to ourselves, and here he goes airing it out to his brothers and our friends, and making me feel embarrassed.

“Chris not fucking cool” Madi said giving him a disgusted look.

“Oh come on it was a harmless joke I swear” He said acting shocked that nobody liked what he said

“You fucking idiot you always take shit too far” Nick said smacking him in the back of his head. I looked over to Chris with no emotions

“No, honestly it’s fine he can’t eat pussy for shit, and when I did let him go down on me he was crying from all the emotions, talking about some “aww you’re wet for me” pfft you wish….hes a fucking joke in bed” I responded giving him a bitchy smile. Everyone’s jaw dropped and Chris just clenched his jaw and scoffed. He pushed himself off the edge of the sink and walked over to me. He grabbed me by my upper arm and yanked me hard towards the direction of his room downstairs. As he was walking me with him harshly like a scolded child all I could hear was laughing and and them going “OUUUU” like I was some school delinquent getting told to step out of class.

Chris firmly walks me down the steps into his room slamming the door shut behind us. All that could be heard now was PARTYNEXTDOOR blasting from upstairs. When he’s a little more into his room he fully throws me down to the floor, and I fall smacking against the wooden floors.

“Ouch you fucking prick, I’m not a fucking ragdoll” I said as I get myself up and try to shake off the embarrassment.

“Yeah? Well you ain’t shit to me after that little stunt you pulled up there” he said towering over me by a few inches.

“Oh me? I’m the bad guy?? Yeah let’s not play victim” I said back to him crossing my arms over my shoulder

“Oh no let’s not! But let's tell the truth shall we” Chris stated back flashing his white smile. I go to cut him off, but he immediately speaks loudly over me.

“Truth is you did choke on my dick because it’s too big and you can’t take it, truth is you were the one crying when I was going down on you, you were fucking trembling and shaking moaning like a little bitch…..fucking thighs shaking like a complete untouched virgin” He said laughing at me now with his arms crossed over his chest

“We can fake orgasms you know” I told him sizing him up

“When your cum was dripping down my chin? Yeah that wasn’t fake mama, and the way you just laid there limp like a fucking used slut” He responded laughing in my face. God why were his words making me hot and bothered? WHEN DID CHRIS BECOME SO FUCKING HOT?

“Fuck you” was all I could manage because I was genuinely getting turned on by the way he was treating me and the memories of him abusing my pussy.

“Yeah you wish” Chris said rolling his eyes

“I’m not 17 anymore I’ve got experience now, I bet you couldn’t make me cum” I told him…well more like challenging him.

“Please I’d have you used and abused by the end of this party babe” he said stepping closer. Fuck this man really got it….

“Is that a bet?” I asked, raising my brow with my arms crossed over my chest. He roughly grabbed my hands smacking them out the way and grabbed me harshly by neck pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips smashed together just tongue and teeth fighting for dominance, it was hot and it was messy.

He turned us and had us back peddling to his bed. Once my shoes hit the edge he pushed me back, as I laid back he pulled his shirt off along with his hat. I decided to take my shirt off as well

“Fuck Chris you’re so hot when you’re not speaking” I said to him as he came lower to continue kissing me

“Could say the same about you too” He said as nudged my head up and started to leave wet kisses all down my neck to my breast. He stopped and lifted back to look at me

“I can’t wait to have you moaning and weeping on my cock” He said with his droopy eyes lazily looking over me. I just grabbed him by his chain and pulled him forward to continue kissing him. He had me lift up so he could remove my bra. Once my bra was off he separated from my mouth to look down at my chest. His eyes shimmered. I will say I had a last minute puberty incident at 17 I was a size C, but now at 21 I’m a size DD.

“Since when did you get boobs” He asked, laughing while kneading them and moaning a little bit. I let out a sigh/whimper at the feeling of his large hands caressing my breasts.

“Don’t be a fucking weirdo” I said back to him rolling my eyes. He just chuckled and came down to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth while kneading the other one. God I was getting so wet just by this interaction alone, and I know he’d make fun of me for it once he got to removing my bottoms.

He continued to massage them as I let out little moans and gasps of breath. I could feel my underwear being completely soaked right now. My pussy was throbbing, and it was aching a painful ache. I so badly needed him to touch me. He was doing this so he can hold it over my head in the future about how wet I was for him. He hovers over my boobs and spits on one of my nipples. A shocked gasp came from my mouth followed by a moan. He does the exact to the opposite breast and uses his flat palms to massage the spit in. My eyebrows were knotted together and my mouth was hung open. He was doing this all so I could beg him to move on from my breast, but I was enjoying this, so that wasn’t happening.

“Next time I’m fucking your tits, and coming all over them, and then leaving you here like a dirty whore covered in my cum” He said to me biting his lip

“Fuck Chris don’t say shit like that” I responded trying to rub my thighs together for some friction. He looked at this and smirked.

“Now let’s get down to what I’m really here to do” after saying that he took my bottoms off leaving me in my underwear. Of course today I have on light orange underwear making my arousal very noticeable.

“Aww she made a mess for me” he said ghosting his thumb over my pussy, my body shudders from the touch

“Chris I don’t fucking care of course I’m wet you were stimulating my breast, now let’s go if you do get me to cum I’m trying to cum tonight not tomorrow” I responded clearly annoyed. He just laughs and nods his head slightly.

He slowly starts to remove my panties, and as he takes them off there’s a very visible string of my arousal connected from my pussy to my underwear. He just looks up at me and smirks, and I throw my head back and moan as the cool air in his room is causing some release to my untouched core.

Chris pulls my legs apart propping them up on the bed as he situates himself in between my legs. Once he’s comfortable he grabs both legs on either arm and spreads my thighs back. I throw my head back at how hot he looks right now.

“You’ve made such a mess, let’s make it more messy” he said and as he finished that sentence he gathered all the spit in his mouth and let it dribble down onto my wet pussy. I let out the most quiet “fuck” of my life as I watch this unravel infront of me.

As soon as he's done with that he immediately goes down and licks from my hole up to my clit. I was propped up on my elbows but my top half goes limp and I fall back moaning

“Holy shit Chris” was all I could say. He’s sucking my clit and licking it lightly grazing his teeth on my clit hit spit and my slick are mixing together creating the most ungodly sound ever. It is only then that he moans against my clit and my thighs shut around his head

“Fuck Chris oh my god….if you keep doing that I’m going to cum on your face” I said said gripping the sheets. He goes down to lick my hole and his pointy nose is banging against my clit in the most delicious way. Allowing me to moan out for him once again slamming my thighs shut around his head.

He detached from my pussy to look at me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen….his fucked out eyes, his nose,lips and chin covered in my arousal and his spit and his cheeks are all red and rosy. He immediately goes back down to my pussy this time adding his middle finger while sucking my clit. As he’s sucking my clit he’s motioning his middle finger in a come here motion and then moans against my clit. I let out the loudest scream as I could, shaking and cumming all over his mouth and finger. Seeing flashes of white and my body coming off the bed. I had no warning. I was just hit with an intense orgasm. I was breathing heavy as i came down from my high 100% fucked out.

“What’d I say trembling and thighs shaking like a used slut” Chris said as he was removing his pants and I was just there basking in the feeling of the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I look up and see Chris stroking his hard dick while watching me pull myself together

“Chris that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had” I stated watching his hand move up and down against his rock hard dick. I was already getting aroused again. He comes closer and takes his right hand swiping it against my pussy collecting my cum and his spit as I shudder from the sensitivity.

He uses that to stroke his dick “Should I fuck you, or should I use your cum as my lube to get off and paint your skin like the dirty slut you are?” he asks, still stroking his cock. All I could do was moan and beg him to fuck me.

Once again he spits on my pussy and on his dick using it as extra lube. He’s looking down as he places the tip at my entrance. We both lock eyes as his dick enters me, both of our mouths dropping and our eyebrows kneading together. Both of us whispering fuck. He slowly starts to go in and out.

“Fuck Chris you gotta move you feel so good I wanna feel you pounding me” I told him he bites his lip and nods starting to pick up the pace

30 seconds later he’s rapidly thrusting into me like there’s no tomorrow rubbing my nipples and then going back to my clit. I’m a moaning bitch right now, and I’m about to cum on his cock I can feel it, so I started clenching his dick.

“Fuck Y/N keep doing that I’m going to fucking cum all over you” He said into my ear with his arms on either side of my head as his chain dangles in my face and his sweat starts to fall on me.

“Chris keep touching my clit I’m going to cum so hard again” my breathing was becoming more rapid and my moans were becoming silent as my mouth would just stay open and my eyes shut. He backed up a little bit so he could look down at me while rubbing my clit.

“Fuck open your eyes I wanna hold eye contact while we cum” he said, and I did what I was told I opened my eyes just as I was about to cum, with one more thrust I came so hard on his dick clenching down and moaning while looking into his eyes. As soon as I came down from my high he pulled out and kept the eye contact while pumping his cock, and soon enough he came all over my lower stomach with his mouth wide open and bitchy whimpering moans spilling out of his mouth.

He collapsed down next to me while we both sat there in silence not moving for 5 minutes. Then Chris got up and got a warm wet rag to wipe me down with. He came back with it and was staring at my lifeless body there still shuddering.

As he’s wiping my stomach down he states “exactly what I said a fucked out used slut” he looks at me chuckling

I turn my head to him “Chris you just let out the most whiniest moan as you came on me” I said as we both laughed.

“You know I didn’t mean for my joke to hurt your feelings I truly thought you were over the feelings for me. I’m not over my feelings for you, but I thought saying that would help me get over it” he said after wiping me down

“Chris I was never over you. I lost my virginity to you, that’s a soul tie and you’ll forever have a special place in my heart” I told him looking at him. He helped me sit up so we can sit face to face

“Good because I have never wanted someone so badly in my life as much as I want you” Chris responded back moving my hair behind my ear. I just smiled at that and looked into his eyes

“Let me take you on a date, and try again. None of that high school shit I want this for real” He said looking into my eyes for an answer

“I’d love that” I said going in to kiss him. As I pulled back we hear a knock at the door

“Are yall done fucking the parties over and we need help cleaning” Nick said from the other side. Chris and I both looked at each other wide eyed laughing because we totally forgot there was a whole house party going on upstairs.

“Uh yeah we’ll be right out” we both said.

The end 😀

Okay I warned yall this is just a little bit of the type of shit I write, and I used to write this at 14 LMFAOOOO. But anyways leave some NICE comments. All young people under 18, that are rude are gonna be blocked cause I can’t do this shit. My mouth is crazy I’m from New York😁🤞🏽

I’m writing a sweet Matt smut next will either be up later tonight or tomorrow 😘🧎🏽‍♀️

[blackgirlfariy]

Lick Back Pt1

This is taken place after that wonderful video surfaced of Letitia and Kehlani- lol

Paring: Letitia x F!reader

Warning: 18+ please

Summary: You and Letitia have been messing around on the low a little before BP2. To the public you’re her best friend but when it’s just you two she’s the love of your life. After an interesting video appear on twitter you were sick of waiting so you decided to get your “lick back”.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

“Hello-”

“Bitch go look at what I sent you on twitter.” Your best friend, Mimi, told you.

I rolled my eyes at her for cutting me off but go look at it anyway. My eyeballs popped out of my head when I saw my so called “girlfriend” letting the singer Kehlani grind on her. I don’t if it’s my crazy eyes but if I’m not mistaken, I see a smile on her face.

 “Girl, you want me to cut her or you gon’ do it?” Mimi said after my long silence on the phone.

“Nope. I want you to come over and we’re going to go out and have fun and forget about these nothing ass men and women.” I said before walking into my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. 

“Ouu bitch, I like when you get like this. Makes me remember our old college days. I’ll be on my way and better have bottles ready for our pregame.” She hung up after that and I sprang into action. 

I’m a famous songwriter and singer who worked with big names in the industry. I wrote songs for Beyonce on her lemonade album, I wrote songs for Ariana Grande and many more artists. I have a few awards under my belt. With my background in writing music, I was asked to write a song for Black panther 2, Lift me up, it was such an honor. I met Letitia through my childhood friend Ryan who is also the creator of Black panther 1 and 2, I was a fan of hers since watching her episode in Black Mirror. 

The moment I looked her my heart flutter and I wanted her to be mine right then and there. We went out to dinner during one of our breaks from the famous world and we’ve been close ever since. Until one night I ended up in her bed with her head in between my legs. Ever since the two of us have on the low with each other. My only complaint in the way she acts when the two of us are in public, she treats me like a best friend would. I would understand it if we weren’t fucking each other brains out every night. 

It hurts to be in a position like this, in a position where you have to go out the way to show someone who you thought valued you that others can do and feel the same. Simple. I wasn’t planning on going crazy tonight but every time I see that video; I get upset and start thinking who was going to this ass thrown back on them. 

After I got out of the shower, and I walked to my vanity to give myself a beautiful beat face and once I was done with that, I walked to my room where my outfit laid on my bed. I put on my outfit and turned around in the mirror looking at how my ass sit just right and how my boobs sit in the dress. I wore a short black dress that was a little higher than my mid-thigh and wore black heels from LV. 

I heard the doorbell ring which alerted me Mimi have arrived. I walked down my spiral staircase walking up to my front door opening it seeing Mimi looking fine but what’s new. She was always the fashion friend. 

“Soooo you trying to get fucked up tonight huh? You look good girl.” Mimi said walking in giving me hug.

“If I’m getting fucked tonight it’s by somebody else because she acts like shit sweet. You beautiful by the way.” I responded leading her to the bar in my house where all my favorite liquor is. 

Time skip

By the time my driver dropped us off at the club we were beyond tipsy. I had to hold on to her in order to make inside. I was giggling about everything I looked at, when we walked in, I heard my favorite artist Megen Thee Stallion playing. We walked up to our section where I saw some of my other friends Mimi must’ve invited. We all grabbed shots and took them with a lime right after. 

“All right y’all like I told y’all Y/n is supposed to be getting her lick back tonight because her lil boo got her out looking a stupid. So, we gotta go all out tonight because if she gets caught, we might not see her again, okay?” Mimi laughed while we cheered and agreed. 

After some time, my friend Toni went to get us more shots while everyone else stood on the couch shaking ass and rapping lyrics obnoxiously. Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor with a homegirl dancing to twerk by the city girls. I’m throwing it back on her and she was keeping up with me the whole time. Mimi found her a man to the same. I at this point and time the last thing I was worried about Letitia at all. Honestly fuck her, it’s not fair that she can act the way she does but if i do it, it’s a problem.

I was still dancing with my home girl, when I glanced up to one of the top sections and saw the one and only… Letitia Wright. I thought I was seeing things so I just ignored it and walked to the bar for a water. I felt the club energy shift drastically, I looked over my shoulder and I saw her standing in the middle of the club floor. I could feel her eye on me even with her dark shades on. I didn’t want to pay her any mind but her aura is suffocating.

“Here all alone?” I heard a women’s voice on the right of me. I looked over and saw this tall dark skin women. She was beautiful and she wore a jumpsuit and she smelled vanilla, I was mesmerized.

“No I’m not. Im here with some friends. You need some company?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

Now my plan for the night was just to get a couple of dances and get some videos to post. I didn’t expect to maybe go home with someone.

“I would love some of your company. Let me order something- “ the sexy women was cut off by you know who.

“Y/n how you been? I haven’t seen you in a while it’s nice to see your back in London.” Letitia said making her presence known.

“Well I called you and you didn’t answer. I just assumed you were too busy.” I responded with a little attitude in my voice. I’m not weak in the knees for her right now because I’m mad so I’m not afraid of what she could do to me.

“Well I’m about to go. You wanna come with me?” The women said, I didn’t get her name but hey.

“I was hoping you would come with me. I was hoping we could catch up with each other.” Letitia said while sneaking her to my ass and giving a squeeze.

“Uhh well your right Titia we haven’t talked in a while. So we’ll um… can I have your number so we can talk and get to know each other?” I asked the women. If Letitia want to be petty so can I.

After I got her number me and Titia walked out the club. I didn’t miss the looks all my friends gave me. They can’t judge cause my situation is no different than mine. Expect Mimi, she gon’ be a hoe until the day she die.

We walked outside getting slightly blinded by the excessive flashing lights. I wasn’t worried because like I said she treats me like a best friend on the outs. Her car pulled up and she opened the door for me and she got inside herself.

“Imma fuck you up.”

To Be Continued

A/n- hey you guys so with the growth in the Letitia Wright fandom I wanted to take a stab at it. Please be nice it’s been a LONG time since I’ve written. I do take requests for her and the characters she played.

[fabulous109]

Hey love! Could I please request a Paul x reader where she’s been wanting to get a tattoo but Paul keeps telling her no because he doesn’t want her to ruin her beautiful skin🤫

Ouu this should be good! I know nothing about tattoos, but it's only fair Paul lets his imprint be herself, even if sometimes it makes him uncomfortable.

Thanks for the request! Y’all make me feel special. 

Double Standards- Paul x Reader

“What about a butterfly? I bet Paul would find a classic tattoo okay. Maybe his face?” Kim was joking about that last part. Y/N wanted a tattoo, but for some reason, Paul was against it. He usually loved how you wanted to be included in his interests and hobbies. His tattoo was a tribal one, and since you were not technically part of the tribe or a wolf you couldn’t have that one. 

“Oh, what about his name or Paul’s Girl?” Emily suggested. “Yeah if she wants to look ridiculous. Wait, what are we talking about?” Jared interrupted the imprints going through a book of sample tattoos that you borrowed from the local shop in Forks. Having a place to get professional tattoos close was a plus. It meant you could sneak in and out if you had to, plus once it is on Paul can’t do anything about it….better to ask for forgiveness than permission right?

“Paul SO isn’t going to go for this Y/N.” Sam of course had to put in his opinion. Both Jared and Sam received looks of disapproval from their imprints. “She can get one if she wants, right Kim?” Emily countered Sam’s statement and continued, “I mean if I wanted one would you stop me? Jared, what about Kim?” The girls looked to both boys waiting for their answer. Jared just shrugged knowing Kim would be more conservative and only do one somewhere hidden. He thought it would be cute to be something only he saw since she never liked showing much skin. As for Sam, his eyes were bugging out at Emily while he searched his brain for a gentle response. “Baby, you know I think you are beautiful, but no, I don’t want you getting one sorry.” Sam was literally saved from the conversation as Embry and Paul walked into the house looking for lunch.

Paul walked over to you presenting a kiss on your forehead and questioning eyes about why suddenly the room was tense. “Seriously what happened in here, you can cut the tension with a knife.” 

Well here goes nothing: “Babe I am getting a tattoo so Kim and Emily were helping me choose which one from the samples.” It didn’t take too long for Paul to make his way around to where you were sitting and kneel in front of you. “Let me put it this way- no.” Boom, there it was. You were actually getting quite angry at his control over you. Being an imprint is a beautiful experience, except for this part. The part where he wants to control you. 

“So you can get a tattoo, but I can’t right?” You questioned your imprint as he looked into your eyes. “It isn’t about that Y/N. I love you the way you are. You look beautiful, why do you need to change that?” Okay, he was being nicer than you expected, but this time you weren’t being so nice. 

“Paul, you always tell me what I can and can’t do. I want one and I’m getting it tomorrow. I already have an appointment. So are you coming or should I just hold Kim’s hand for moral support? Your double standards are not winning this time.” Paul literally just sighed because you had a point. He saw the determination in your eyes and knew he couldn’t stop you. 

“Fine, but where and what tattoo? Also, I am going to make sure it is done correctly. You can get sick if this shop has idiots working there. I don’t want anyone messing with my girl.” At this declaration, you were shocked that Paul gave in so easy…

You leaned in to plunder his face with light kisses and latched onto him for hugs that would squeeze a normal person to death. “Babe I get it, you don’t have to try to take my oxygen! If you let me up we can research it together as long as you put it somewhere it can be covered for when we get married and stuff.” Paul was struggling to get up off the floor from the kneeling position. During this Emily looked to Sam with a look that not only said he would be finishing their discussion later, and for once, he needed to take note of Paul’s attitude on this.

The words your imprint said suddenly hit you, “Wait Paul..wedding?” With a smirk, he said, “Well, you were planning on staying with me forever right? Let’s get matching tattoos that only we know what it means.” 

Paul really was whipped but could be sweet when it came to his girl.

[feariteriu]

𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 | one

Series MasterList — Miles Morales x Reader

Thursday, November 3rd, 2019

important note: y/n was originally black (seeing as i’m black) but i changed it so everyone could read the story

"𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿."

Is a quote I've heard one too many times in my life time but never could sympathize with. Most people don't want to kill.

They want to be good.

The thing is, until the time comes, you have no idea what you might kill for. Family. Money. Power.

Love.

You never know what could happen, what will change your entire perspective. You never know what kind of person you could become.

I never thought I'd be one of those people.

So how did I end up here?

▂︎▂︎▂︎▂︎

"𝙐𝙂𝙃, 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙏?"

Waking up that morning the sun's rays shine down on you pulling you from your deep sleep. Turning to your blaring alarm clock you groan into your hands.

"Holy fuck I'm tired."

Tapping snooze you roll on your back and just stare at the dark ceiling above you contemplating every decision in your life and wondering how you got here.

Was it worth it. Could you risk it all and skip your first day? You could say you were sick, that you weren't feeling well. Your period?

Who were you kidding none of that would work. You would have to be bleeding out on the floor about to take your last breath for your mother to let you skip school, let alone, your first day.

Your fogged thoughts washed away once the reality of today hits you. It was your first day going to that new school with Miles. A school that you weren't all that excited about going to. Very obvious right?

Not that you didn't want to see Miles of course you did, when didn't you. It was the school you were worried about a new place you had to navigate and learn, sounded like so much work.

Too much work.

You wouldn't call yourself a lazy person but lazy people always denied what they truly were, lazy. Rolling back over towards your nightstand you grab your phone and check the time, 5:45 am read in bold white lettering.

You hated getting up so early in the morning. But you got up at this time to ensure you had time to get ready for school. Miles was on your ass all week about making a good impression on those fucks at that new school. Like any of that mattered. It didn't, it doesn't matter.

You could hear the words he said to you just yesterday.

'Y/n new school, new rules! We gotta be cool!'

'How you bout to say that and expect us to be cool?'

Who cares about what people think half of those guys are going to be future gas station attendants. The whole popularity thing was just pathetic and sad. You're so glad you outgrew that phase in your life.

But let's not think about that now.

Let's think about all the stuff you have to do just for school. Shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, do your hair and you didn't have to worry about picking clothes out seeing as you wore the same uniform every day.

Something you were totally excited about.

This school just got worse and worse with every thought.

Checking the time you see that you're cutting it close. You promised Miles you would meet him at his house before school so you could walk there together.

He wanted you there for him on his first day. He would never admit it to you, or himself, but he was scared, no. Terrified to go to a new school and the only thing that eased his mind was you by his side. Just the thought of seeing him made you smile a cheesy grin like you were some Disney channel character, damn you loved him. I mean you're losing sleep time for him that should say a lot.

Pulling your still-asleep body from your warm bed phone in hand you head to the bathroom.

"Another day another slay..."

"Miles."

A distant voice said his name it could be heard from the boy's bedroom door but he was too busy listening to his favorite song sunflower.

"Needless to say I uhh, she was bad bad, ouuuu ouu somethings you just can't confuse. She wanna ride me like a cruise, and I'm not tryna lose aye-aye!"

She couldn't help but smile looking at the boy jamming out in the chair, art supplies piled up on his small desk. He's been singing this song for two weeks and he still can't get it right.

He embarrassingly messed up another line and it's then the girl decides she's heard enough.

Y/N walks into the room and takes it all in, it was a mess but that's just Miles for ya. If she didn't tell him to hurry up they would be late for school. It's not like it would be the first time but it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Miles," The girl called out to him, no response. It's not like she expected one he was in the zone. Looking over his shoulder she saw what had his attention, he was working on a new piece in his art book coloring away with vibrant loud colors.

His work was always so great. She never understood why he never believed in himself. He's great, why can't he see it too?

Y/N knew calling his name repeatedly wouldn't work so, she tried a different approach.

Walking up peering over him she moves one of the speakers off his ear, and whispers, "Miles~" That one action got him out of his seat and onto his feet. She couldn't stop the laughter that followed and once she saw the blush on his cheeks it just intensified.

"Y-Y/N!?"

How much did she hear? What did she see? WHY DID HE NEVER LOCK HIS DOOR? He should know better. Miles's mind instantly goes to the incident of last year. Y/n walking in on him and her scream was still fresh on his mind.

His body cringed in remembrance.

"You couldn't hear me the first time I said your name so don't look at me like that," You said with more rising laughter. Clasping your hands together you rolled on the balls of your feet, a feverish grin on your cheeks.

The boy stared at you, red in the face. Did you really hear all of that? He was never living that down. Especially the singing god knows how bad he sounded and he wasn't even singing the lyrics right. And that was a fact he would admit to no one but himself.

You see, here's the thing. Miles has had a thing for you since you were kids. It started with the I'm going to marry you when we're older to, wow Y/n looks really good with those fresh braids.

He slowly started to notice the little details about you. Like how your nose scrunches and your brows fro when you see something you dislike, or how your voice gets louder and louder when you tell a story that makes you excited.

The shine your eyes would get when you eat your favorite food. The sass you give when someone says something you disagree with.

The way your eyes glimmer and your entire face lights up when you speak about the things you love. You have so much passion and excitement flowing out of you and he has no other words for it but beautiful, just beautiful.

It was the little things. And he loved them.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna finish packing your bag? You're gonna make us late on our first day."

Your hard voice rips him from his thoughts. He looks over to his suitcase. Then back at you, like it would magically pack itself. And you knew he hated that school but there was nothing you could do to help him with that fact.

He can't just skip school, you know? Have you met his parents?

"Do I have to?"

You frowned, "Was that a serious question?"

Groaning in annoyance he makes his way over to his bed and starts packing. Slowly, he took his time without a care in the world about being late or early.

You sat back on his bed legs dangling down swinging back in forth as you watched him. You soon without even realizing start looking at his face smiling softly.

"Y'know, I don't get it. You told me to be here bright and early so we can be there on time and you're not even dressed yet."

Miles's eyes find yours, "What's wrong with your face?" He said that instead of letting himself notice the way your smile makes him feel. Ignoring what you said entirely opting for some witty banter.

"What do you mean?"

"You're smiling like a lunatic."

Your mouth falls open, "Shut up! Just pack!" Pulling out your phone you turn away from him muttering insults under your breath annoyed now, he goes back to packing chuckling at the reaction he got out of you.

Whenever you get embarrassed it was rare but he would take his wins when he could because they were like a once-in-a-blue-moon event he just could never miss.

And then he heard the one voice that never fails to make his blood chill. He hears his dad's voice down the hall.

"MILES?!"

"YEAH?" He choked out scared.

You smirked. As he should be.

"ARE YOU FINISHED PACKING FOR SCHOOL!?"

His panicked eyes find yours and you give him a 'don't look at me look' putting your hands up in defense, "Yeah ... ?" He squeaked out and raced to fill his suitcase he didn't even try to sound convincing. When it came to Mr. Jefferson you could make Miles do anything, that man was scary.

You just sat back and watched him, a dopey grin on your lips you couldn't help but shake your head and let out a small laugh watching the boy trip over the messy things in his room that he never cares to clean.

And every time you see the poor boy he's stressing over something never on time for anything. He got enmeshed in his head and ran over to his uniform, on the floor discarded without care.

He always got caught up in something, like he was in his own little world.

And it's too late when he pulls his shirt over his head and his pants down his legs.

Yes, you were unsettled, yet all you could do was watch as he dressed in his school clothes it wasn't the first time he undressed in front of you, you've known this boy since he was getting potty trained.

Ya'll used to take baths together. A little skin wasn't going to scare you. I mean it's all good as long as he doesn't pull his draws off and starts swinging his dick around like a barbarian.

It wasn't until he tripped over his shoes reaching for his phone that he noticed you were still present in his room.

"Y/N???"

"Yeah?" You said out casually looking down at your nails in false thought. Your other arm crossed over your chest, "Hm, I need to get my nails redone..." You started playing into the joke muttering nail colors and the style you wanted under your breath.

"I want to get my nails done in an oval shape but like what color? I was thinking of getting the Hailey Bieber nails, what'd you think?"

He gestures to his closed door, wide eyes in disbelief why the hell were you just sitting there talking about your nails with him?? You look over to his door still not seeing the problem, well you did but he didn't need to know that.

"What." You gave him a poker face, really good at masking your emotions. On the outside you looked unbothered but on the inside, your laughter was about to burst like a broken dam.

"Y/N I'm half-naked," Miles says eyes wide.

What was happening?

You lean forward propping your head on your hand a smirk skillful making its way on your face. "Oh, that? Are you embarrassed or something?" You say teasing the boy. Not caring at all about him being shirtless you push him further testing his limits.

You couldn't help it, you loved teasing him you knew what it did to him. The sweaty palms, stuttering in his sentences it was so cute to watch him fumble and fall apart. And it was so easy to accomplish.

His mouth opened than closed. Like a gaping fish, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. You were going to be the death of him one day, truly.

Were you being serious right now?

You both sat there for a bit, both unmoving until the situation wasn't fun anymore. You rolled your eyes with a loud groan sitting up your long hair falls over your shoulders, it frames your face just right. "Okay, Okay. Fine, I'm not looking. You're no fun." You fake a pout and turn from Miles all you can hear is the large sigh he released once your eyes were out of his sight.

Peaking your eyes open you're faced with his back and you can hear his breathing becoming erratic, he was nervous. But why? Was it really that bad for him? "You okay?" You asked anyways even though you knew he would be fine.

"YUP." He wasn't. His best friend, his crush just watched him undress, how could he be okay?? But then the best friend aspect outweighed the crush part and he was gonna get you back.

Somehow...

He hurried and finished dressing, pulling his blazer over his curly locs he rushes for his book back shoving one last book in it, and opening his door, not before turning back to you and telling you he was ready to go.

"Come on dumbass let's go."

You smack his shoulder in response on your way out. Yeah right. You were the dumbass. Boy quit playing.

It was hectic.

Everyone was running around the house looking for something or doing something, his mother was working on a soup that Miles desperately wanted to get a taste of. He couldn't because he didn't have the time because he was so caught up in his art.

And he has only himself to blame.

His father looked like he was running late as well but when wasn't he?

Your eyes found Miles rushing around the room, "Where's my laptop? Have you seen my laptop??" You look over at his laptop shaking your head. Disappointed but not surprised.

"If you want me to drive you we have to leave now."

It seemed like the whole family was late for something but then again when weren't they? The Morales household was always crazy if it were to be calm one day that would be a red flag in your eyes.

And you? Where did you fit in all this? Well, for now, you sat back and watched it unfold. You went to the same school as Miles since a week ago the school wasn't what you expected a large capacity was "gifted" which you couldn't say for your old school.

"No, no, no dad I'll walk."

"Personal chauffeur going once!"

"Miles! You gotta go!"

"In a minute!"

"Miles!"

"In a min-mmm-ute!" He just had to have some of that soup. You drown the voices out and your attention found your phone. Checking the time with a roll of your eyes. Answering a few text messages your eyes start to lull as sleep starts to settle in.

A small yawn slipped past your lips and suddenly everyone's eyes were on you. Like hawks. You were sat by the window in your favorite green chair that Miles's parents owned, one leg over the other phone in hand, book bag on the floor.

You smile at everyone in the room and give them a small wave all their eyes were on you at the moment and the silence was getting suffocating.

"See, Miles why can't you be ready on time like Y/m over here? You always have the poor girl waiting."

You shake your head in protest claiming not to be bothered by it when in actuality you kinda were. Had to keep up the nice girl act with his parents y'know?

You wished one day that this boy would be ready and out the door so you weren't the last in class almost every day.

It's had gotten to a point where your first-period teacher didn't even mark you absent because she knew how late you were, like a routine. And because she didn't have a stick up her ass she never marked you absent unless you truly were.

"It's fine Ms. Rio, I don't even get marked absent anymore." You said with a cheeky grin and a fake innocence to your voice just to piss Miles off more. Eyes shifting to his to rub it in his face.

"Whatever," Miles says with an eye roll.

You just stick your tongue out at him un-phased.

[celestie0]

genuinely so mad that i’m entering my 4th year of uni with no gorgeous soccer player to crush on wth 😭😭 i want my cute college romance damnitt!!!

chapter 10 was SO CUTE omg, gojo’s trying and we love that, he’s so sweet for getting more people to come to the event :’))) reader has to go salsa dancing with him omg that would be SO fun. lowkey got emotional when she started reminiscing about her uni years and club work ending bc i’m gonna experience that at some point next year when leaving my Computer Science club. i’m gonna miss those nerds 🥲

also the part where he shows up at her door with a kitten made me squeal bc it was so cute, which quickly turned into wheezing laughter when the reader started crying LMAO like girl same, I too would burst into tears if i couldn’t keep the stray cat found by the boy who was courting me

anyways, this was a great read, thank you so much for feeding our delusions 🫶 take care queen!!

HIIII darling <33 OMG same i get so sick w loneliness whenever i write kickoff couple’s interactions im like i just want a hot soccer boy to bully me ab my height ✋🏼😔 i’d like to think i’m manifesting when writing the story

ouu im so glad you liked ittt 🫶🏼😭 yes omg i guess it’s mostly a fluff chapter?? aaaaaaa. AWW my dear yes omg i feel you, leaving my clubs on campus was soooo bittersweet and i really channeled that hindsight feeling in the chapter. it’s ok tho bb!! you still have lots of time to make wonderful memories <33

HAHAH SAME I GET SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT CATS i also like to think maybe reader was on her period or sumn n seeing a tiny lil tuxedo kitten in gojo’s hand made her sob from melancholy 😭😭 i’d cry so hard bc i’d wanna keep it so bad

aaa thanks sm for the ask n for reading <33 i could kiss u rn :””) have a wonderful day bb!!

[kzmeru]

Reqs open… may I request himeru takign care of a sick reader :3

as long as im with you

HiMERU ( x gn!reader )

author’s note — thank you.. than yuo anon.. ouu ouuuuouu 😢😢 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIGJSJFF HIMERUUTURU!!! MERU!!!! MY WIFEnffjjhvouuuhh eughhh CRIEs. i am super normal about him.

Achoo~!

HiMERU slightly flinched, taking his eyes and attention away from him phone and glanced towards your direction. Oh boy, he thought.

Sniffing and wiping your nose away with your sleeve, you continued to type away like nothing was going on, like you weren't sick. HiMERU wasn't having any of it—he had already warned you about playing in the rain for too long!

"You're sick," he says, placing his palm on your forehead, catching you off guard. With one quick look on your face, it was obvious that you were unwell.

Despite quite literally having a burning face, swollen nose and tired eyes, you insisted and shook your head. "No way! I have a— sniff, good immune system. Plus, I didn't even stay in the rain that long." You said.

HiMERU only sighed. "Come on, HiMERU will take care of you. He is very worried it'll get worse." He says, not even giving you an option to respond before he proceeded to (gently) drag you along with him back to your room.

"Meru… I promise, I'm okay! It's not that.. ba—"

Sneeze.

"HiMERU told you so." He sighs, tucking you in. "Stay here, please. HiMERU will get your medicine and make you something to eat." He demanded, making it clear that you have no choice but to stay.

So he is good at taking care of people… I’m so in love with him.

"Meru…" You whined, snuggling into your blanket as he entered your room once again, with medicine and possibly porridge? "Don't wanna… take medicine, it’s gross." HiMERU simply ignored your complaints and shushed you.

"Shush. If you take your medicine and finish your food, HiMERU will lay down with you. It doesn’t matter if HiMERU gets sick or not, as long as you feel better in the end." He says, already sitting down at the edge of your bed as he watched you hurriedly take your medicine and chugged the water down.

You aggressively placed down the glass. "Okay, okay! I get it… just have your arms around me while I'm eating. You're comfortable."

HiMERU chuckles, and shfited closer towards you with his arms wide open for you to get comfortable in.

"Alright. Easy now. I'll be here."

[hell0kittyland]

I weighed myself this morning and the bitch was 64.5kg … well atleast it’s 2lbs from my old last weight before I logged off here… close enough

ouu yeah my home life is insane my mom fake threatening to kick me out of our house because she’s a narcissistic actual psycho and even if it’s a fake threat 1. I’m moving out as soon as I can but I’m only 20 let me kms 2. I’m going to starve for this entire month of march so I can look so sick she’ll leave me tf alone for good

[paperweight91]

Ahhhhhhh!!!

I cannot tell you excited I am for this! I mean I could have taken the easy route and went with

Or

Which yes they 1000% fit our basement husband vibe. But like, they’d be into it 😂

Ouu ouuu!!! I was thinking too, she needs to have like a marking kink or like a breeding kink or something and it turns out our boy loves that too.

Okay I’m done I’ll stop.

(This is what happens when I’m off sick for the day LMAO😈)

Kris! I wanted to come screech in your ask box, because I have thoughts 😏

I feel like for a basement husband we need a reader who is innocent in a way. She kind of lures him in with her cute little dresses, and sweet demeanour. It’s not her fault she just needs someone to take care of her 🥺. But…she’s having no luck in the dating world and her crush doesn’t even notice her. Even though she always makes sure to be extra nice to him.

And who is her mystery crush?

Well you see he of course noticed her, how could he not? But he’s been busy with work and life and of course his actual girlfriend.

And that is when our dear reader forms her plan…😏

Oh my gosh, I love this! I was actually sort of already thinking of Curtis for this one and now I'm having all sorts of thots!

I think he has a job where he travels to different office sites - like the coffee delivery guy or printer maintenance or something. And you're the receptionist at one of the spots on his route. He always stops at the front desk to talk to you, because he's friendly and he knows that that's a hard and boring job. But there's always been something that he couldn't quite name that makes him a little uncomfortable about you. But you're so sweet and nice and harmless that he pushes that instinct down and even feels guilty about it. Until he wakes up in your basement... 😈😈😈

Thank you, dear, for sharing and brightening my lunch break! I'll definitely be thinking about this and what our reader's plan actually entails...

[lcvclywon]

sunghoon and jake again fulfilling my rich frat boy bestie agenda i headcannoned

[strniohoeee]

Mortified

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: This is pure self indulgence LMAOO. This is literally a dumb idea I had from the song Face Down, like idk Matt’s so shy like you just know he goes to POUNDTOWNNN🧎🏽‍♀️💍

Warnings⚠️: It’s suggestive they talk about sex, and sexual experiences, but there’s no actual sex happening in this one

Song for the imagine: Face Down-MCVERTT, A$AP Ferg, Sexyy Red

⚠️Suggestive, but not smut⚠️

Bend her over, make her scream

Pillow full of Maybelline

Give me rocks until the top, teach

Her how to make cream

Currently I was at the triplets house with Madi and Nate. We were all chilling in the living room telling embarrassing stories while we waited for Matt to come back from his meeting with dinner for us

“Okay most embarrassing high school experience” Nate asked us

“To be honest I don’t remember” Chris said

“I think the most embarrassing thing was having that fuck ass haircut” Nick said laughing

“I think everything I did in high school was embarrassing” Madi said

“Ouu embarrassing….hmm I think it was the time I asked out this “popular” guy infront of all his popular friends and he rejected me” I said laughing and covering my face in embarrassment

“In front of the whole squad?? You have some balls” Chris said laughing

“I don’t even know why I did it” I said shaking my head

We were telling each other more embarrassing stories until it suddenly became sexual.

“Craziest sex story” Madi asked us

“There was this one time this guy was fucking me while his sister was sleeping right infront of us” Nick said

“THE FUCK? Where were you” Nate asked him

“I was in his living room, and his sister was knocked out cold on the floor in front of us” Nick said laughing

“Are you sure she was sleeping?” I asked him laughing

“Yeah…she could’ve been awake but too scared to interrupt y’all” Madi said laughing

“No like she was knocked out…like snoring and everything” he said shrugging his shoulders

“So anyways poor girl, how about you Chris?” I asked

“Yoo there was this one time I was fucking this girl, and she asked to ride so I was aii bet. We switch she starts riding, and yoooo she was riding like I swore I was levitating, but anyways this girl suddenly spat on me” Chris said laughing

“SPAT ON YOU? Or in your mouth?” Nate asked him

“No like shawty spat on me, and smacked me across the face” he said

“And???” Madi asked him

“Oh I came so fucking hard….thats when I knew I liked that freaky shit” he said

“You sick fuck” Nick said laughing

“I’m sick? You let a guy fuck you while his sister slept in front of y’all” Chris said laughing

“Madi what’s yours?” I asked looking at her

“To be honest I haven’t had anything crazy, but one time this guy throat fucked me so hard the back of my throat got bruised and like started to bleed a little bit” she said casually

“That’s fucking crazy bitch I salute you because that’s fucking insane” I said laughing

“Bleeding throat is insane” Chris said

“Nate you go” Madi said nodding her head at him

“Mmm there was this one time I was having shower sex with this girl, and all of a sudden she flips me around pushes me against the wall and starts eating my ass” he said laughing so fucking hard

“Eating your ass is fucking crazy” I said

“No like honestly I was like uhhh…but then it felt so fucking good I was confused” he said shaking his head

“Nate likes getting his salad tossed” Nick said laughing

“It’s not a regular occurrence, but I often find myself thinking about her….might have to hit her up again” he said looking off into the distance

“That’s fucking crazy” Chris said laughing at him

“How about you Y/N?” Madi asked

“She’s dating Matt….do you think he’s really fucking her shit up” Nate said

“Honestly fair….like the fuck is his little shy ass doing” Chris said laughing

“You’d be surprised” I said shaking my head

“Well don’t just sit there TELL US” Nick said

“You want me to explain my sex life with your brother?” I looked at him bamboozled

“Not really, but for the sake of this conversation I’m all ears” he said laughing

“I have to demonstrate it because it was fucking insane” I said

“That fucking crazy?” Chris asked

“Dude yes” I said standing up

“Okay so he came to my house one day like all upset and shit, and he was like I need to fuck this out now, and so I was like okay period let’s go take it out on me. So he wastes no time. So anyways we’re past foreplay. He starts calling me all these dirty names, and he’s like smacking me-“ I was cut off

“Smacking you where?” Madi asks

“He was smacking my ass, my face my pussy the whole nine yards” I said

“OKAY WOAH WOAH” Chris said closing his eyes

“SORRY, so anyways he’s like open your mouth, so I do, and he spits down my throat, and whatever…alright so boom, oh by the way we’re in my kitchen and he like pushes me against my island, and starts going down on me like this motherfucker was going crazy I almost passed out so many times I had to stop him” I said

“What a fucking freak” Nate said

“Oh 100%, but anyways he comes back up and like lifts my left leg up, and starts fucking me, and my backs banging into the edge of island like I had a bruise that’s how hard he was going, so then boom he flips me around pushes me over the island lifts my right leg up and starts going crazy, and he’s like smacking me and pulling my hair so hard. I was crying from how good it was, and he was fucking me dumb like all that could be heard was-“ I said

“I’m waiting for the demonstration” Madi said

“Right let me show you” I responded

I bend forward and pretend to be getting fucked

“So picture this Im like this my right legs up, and he’s going to pound town….I was like uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh” I said and then changed positions

I stood up pretending to be Matt, and holding the air and thrusting into it

“And he was like uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh” I said pretending to be Matt

“And he’s like smacking me all crazy and shit, like dripping sweat all over me gripping my hair” I said to them

What we didn’t hear was Matt coming in the house and up the stairs….

“So we were like uh,uh,uh,uh,uh” I said pretending to fucking like Matt was

“And then-“ I was cut off by Madis face dropping and looking behind me, so I turned around to be met with a wide eyes Matt

“Oh uh hiiii” I said fully facing him

“What the fuck is going on” he said blushing

“Nothinggggg” I said smiling at him

“The fuck were you showing them?” He asked blinking at me

“She was showing us how you fucked her like an animal” Chris said

“Chris shut the fuck up” I said sucking my teeth at him

“Exposing our sex life” he said

“Well we were all telling stories and it was my turn, and they didn’t think you fucked good, so I was actually giving you a good rep” I said to him

“Right….” He said scratching his neck

“Who would’ve known Matt FUCKEDDDD” Nate said playfully hitting him

“Fuck off” he said laughing at him while blushing

“Look at Matt…he such a little freak” Chris said laughing at him

“Matt’s a great fuck” I said

“Babe STOP” he said covering my mouth

“It’s always the quiet ones” Nick said shaking his head

“It really is” I said laughing

“OKAY no more about our sex life” he said looking at me

“Sorry baby” I said laughing and grabbing his red cheeks

The End

This was such a dumb idea I had, but like I really wanted to write it LMAOOO😭😭 anywhooo hope yall enjoyed 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[enemymarkus]

Hc about the Hawkins basketball teams favourite girl

By: EnemyMarkus

Warnings: fighting, swearing.

pairings: Hawkins basketball team x Fem!reader (Plantonic with a capital P) 

A/n: this is the headcanons of being the hawkins basketball teams favorite girl :)

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* When you were a freshman you were friends with the one and only jason carver, the Mr. Perfect and got all the ladies boy but to you he was just your best friend. When he got into junior year though he started to become more and more popular and got into the basketball team, he met new people like patrick, lucas and other people but you would always be his first friend.

* okay onto the protectiveness, they would get so protective if somebody tried to hurt you in any way. Jason and patrick almost hunted down a guy who catcalled you, patrick doesn’t like to fight but when it comes to their “baby sis”, ouu a fight is about to go down.

* you were walking to school one day and saw dustin henderson, you haven’t talked to him before but he seemed nice. You walked up to dustin and started to talk to him, what you didn’t know was that a certain group were sending death glares to dustin. Even lucas, dustin’s friend.

* they would be jealous when they saw you with another boy/girl because they wanted your attention, and when you finally stop talking to them and start walking away they would approach them and ask a million question on what you guys were talking about.

* When you and jason are alone he is so vulnerable and soft, that built up sadness and anger he just confesses to you and lets you help him fix his problem. One time he tried to hide his sadness when his parents yelled at him, he tried brushing it off thinking that you help him with everything and is probably sick of his crying.

* but you proved him wrong, grabbing his face you said this “what’s wrong jas? your not talking to me and i want to help you” “ i’m just annoying you (name) with my consent crying and yelling” he told you truthly “hey, you are not annoying me you trying to fix your problem with me” “yea and i don’t want your help, you help me with everything and i barely do for you” he said tears slowly building up in his blue eyes.

* you help out the boys with practice and just talking to them when they need it, they are very grateful when you just hang out and talk to them like they are not popular. They really appreciate that you care about their relationship life even though you don’t have any yourself (not yet anyway) they can come to you when their partner are mad at them and you always come up the best ways to apologize to them.

 at the end you will always be the basketball team's favourite girl.

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hi guys i am going on vacation 2morrow so i wont be able to respond and make fics, because i won't have any wifi, if you have some request please txt me on here or on my instagram @enemymarkus i post updates on their, i will be active again on the 23rd of july and i will make it up by doing all my fics that i promised

i’m sorry for not getting the billy hargrove x reader fic up, agan im really busy with other fics and home life. I love you guys and i hope you have a good night/day/afternoon xx i will be back 😁

[hyunderwater]

fairy dust 02

pairing: jay x jungwon (enhypen) warnings: swearing, some mentions of baking but no real food mentions, minor sexual language and pet names genre: romance, heavy fluff (its jaywon what else would it be) a bit of pining summary: jay has caught the feels, but theres no way the blush on jungwon's face is because of him wc: 2.1k

ao3 link<-

01-02-03-04-05-06

Jay slumped over Jake’s bed, burying his face in Layla’s soft fur as she panted enthusiastically. “Guys, how do you know if you’ve caught the feels?” Sunghoon scoffed. “What are you, a Twice song? Wait.” He sucked in a loud, almost comical gasp. “JAY. Do you LIKE SOMEBODY?? WHO IS IT???” Jay felt his face heat up. “NO. Well.”

Sunghoon had bounded over towards him before he even had time to get out another word, plopping his body on top of Jay’s back. Jay swore he could feel his spine crack underneath the weight of the other boy. He mumbled into Layla, “Ouu feed tmo ret orfm meh.” Sunghoon, through magical 02z mind reading powers, managed to understand Jay’s incoherent words. “No, Park Jongseong, I will absolutely not remove myself from you until you tell me who, when, where and how.” Jay sighed into Layla, then lifted his head up a bit so he could speak more clearly. “Is this an interrogation?”

“Yes.” Jay groaned. “Is there any way to get you to shut up and get off me?” Sunghoon shook his head so vehemently that Jay could feel it through his perch on top of him. “JAKE!,” Jay yelled suddenly, shocking both of the others. “Jay, wh-”

“DEAL WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND.” The statement was received with silence. Jay swore he could feel his ribs collapsing underneath Sunghoon. “Please?” Sunghoon’s eyes rolled audibly. “Park Jongseong, there is absolutely no way I am letting you go until you say something about this mysterious person you’ve got the feels for or whatever.”

“Something about this mysterious person you’ve got the feels for or whatever.”

“I sweAR TO FUCKING- JAKE GET ON TOP OF HIM, WE’RE BECOMING A TRASH COMPACTER.” Jay let out a strained chuckle. “Sick burn, bro.” He heard the bed creak as Jake moved closer, and suddenly talking didn’t seem too bad. “Fine, I’ll tell you, but I’m not gonna tell you the whole story cause you’ll think I’m on drugs or something.” Sunghoon slid off of Jay, finally giving him room to breathe, letting his screaming ribs rest. “The way you said that made it seem like you actually want us to know.” Jay silently cursed the world for giving him friends that could read him so well. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jay inhaled a deep breath. “Do you guys remember when we lost the football in the forest, and you made me go get it?” Sunghoon slapped the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically. “JAKE. YOU SAID HE WOULD BE FINE. YOU SAID IT WAS JUST A NORMAL FOREST!” Jake snorted out a laugh. “Sunghoon, he’s literally telling us about the person he has feelings for. I don’t think that it has anything to do with magic.” That sentence was all it took for Jay to abruptly double over laughing, his lungs aching. “THAT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY BECAUSE HE’S LITERALLY A FUCKING FAIRY,” Jay wheezed, flopping over onto the bed. “WHAT?!” Sunghoon’s screech was so loud and shrill that Jay could swear he heard glass break somewhere. He laughed even harder, his body shaking from the exertion. “JAY PARK I SWEAR TO WHATEVER IS UP THERE, IF YOU DON’T STOP LAUGHING AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THE NEXT TWO SECONDS I’M GONNA-” He scrunched his face up, searching for a suitable threat. “I’M GONNA STEAL ALL OF THE BUTTON-UPS FROM YOUR CLOSET AND CRUMPLE THEM.” Jay sobered up immediately, sitting up and taking Sunghoon’s cold hands in his own. “I am so incredibly sorry, Your Highness, I will tell you everything you want to hear.” Sunghoon chirped, “You better!” at the same time that Jake exclaimed, “Stop trying to steal my boyfriend! You have your own person!” Jay chose to respond to Jake. “I mean… does a fairy count as a person?” Sunghoon lost his mind again. Burying his face in the pillows, he let out a strangled scream. “You’re serious?,” Jake asked, his dark eyes widening. “Yeah.” Jay cocked his head to the side, watching Jake mimic the movement. “You look like your dog.” Several emotions passed across Jake’s face before he settled on just plain confused. “...my dog?” Jay waved his hands ungracefully in the air, drawing a wide circle around Jake’s face. “Yeah, you look like a confused little puppy.” Sunghoon, who seemed to have recovered from the initial shock, reached out to pat Jake’s head. “Yeah, you really do look like a puppy.” Jay felt a wave of disgust with just a bit of jealousy. “Um.” Remembering his presence, Sunghoon ripped his hand off of Jake’s fluffy hair to point it accusingly in Jay’s face. “Stop distracting us! How the hell did you end up getting a crush on a fairy?” Jay laughed sheepishly, nervously adjusting his shirt. “I wouldn’t really call it a crush…” Sunghoon leveled him the kind of look one gives a person when they are so incredibly done with their bullshit. “Jay. Spill.” Jay exhaled, focusing his eyes on the corner where the wall met the ceiling. “I smashed his berries.” Jake and Sunghoon exchanged glances. “I...is that some kind of fairy sex slang?” Jay choked on air. “Wha-NO! I literally stumbled and went hands-first into his wheelbarrow! I’m not joking!” Jake giggled. “Bro, that still sounds-”

“I KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS. That’s literally what happened though. He got pissed and made me promise to come back and help him with something else to repay him and... I’ve gone to the forest twice since it started.” Sunghoon lifted an inquisitive eyebrow. “Hasn’t it been like a week? How long are you planning on doing this for?” Jay shrugged. “He has this bake-off with his friends in a week, and he made me promise to help him with it. I don’t know if he’ll even want me around anymore after that.” The other two had perked up at the mentions of food, clearly enticed. Sunghoon batted his eyelashes, pouting in a way that he (and Jake) clearly thought was adorable. “Do they need any judges?” Jay scoffed. “You’re just in it for the free food.”

“Duh. But we do also want to meet your little fairy boo.”

“Who the fuck says boo anymore?”

“Me, boo.”

Jay knew he had to broach the topic of inviting his friends to the cookout with Jungwon, but he had no idea how to start. The fairy had noticed how tense he looked, barely paying attention to the bread he was making to practice for the bakeoff. “Jay, what’s wrong?”

“Hmm?,” Jay hummed, still not fully there. Jungwon huffed in frustration, snatching the bowl of dough Jay was kneading away from him and catching Jay’s batter-sticky hands between his own. Jay looked down to where his hands were now curled around Jungwon’s tiny ones. He vaguely registered how soft and warm the fairy’s delicate hands were in his own slightly calloused grip. Snapping back to attention, he directed a confused look towards Jungwon. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna make your hands dirty.” Jungwon just tsked softly. “Jay, what’s wrong with you today?” he asked, his tough voice and the iron grip he had on Jay’s hands a stark contrast to the rosy blush that had appeared at the appearance of the now-familiar pet name out of Jay’s mouth. Jay shook his head wordlessly. Jungwon frowned, his cute nose scrunching up and his full lips diving into a pout.

It was like Jungwon’s cuteness was a bullet heading straight towards the carefully built boundaries around Jay’s heart and mind, and it hit just right, an arrow in the ankle of Achilles. Jay shattered. Before his common sense and self-control could catch up, his finger was lightly tapping Jungwon’s adorable nose, spotting it with a bit of floury dough, and the word “boop” left his traitorous mouth. It was almost funny how fast Jungwon’s mouth dropped open, like his nose was a button crafted to easily open it. Jay’s self-preservation skills had apparently still not caught up to the rest of him, because before he could stop himself, he had leaned over and popped one of the exotic, magical fruits of the forest into Jungwon’s wide open mouth. They stared at each other for a seemingly endless amount of time with neither of them moving an inch, Jungwon’s mouth frozen around the lavender fruit. Deciding to take advantage of Jungwon’s temporary statue-like state, Jay blurted, “Can some of my friends come to the bake-off? They offered to help judge, and they want to meet you, so.” Jungwon chewed thoughtfully, a million different things flashing behind his eyes. “Yeah, of course they can come, but do they know I’m a fairy?” Jay laughed sheepishly, a little guilt trickling in. He hadn’t even thought about how Jungwon might feel about Jay blabbing everything to his human friends. “Um, yeah. Sorry.” Jungwon tilted his head in confusion. “Wh-no, I’m actually happy you did. It can get… complicated. I once heard a story about someone’s human’s friends actually kidnapping the fairy.” Jay’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh my- My friends would never ever do that, don’t you worry your pretty head, sweetheart.” Jungwon blushed, shaking his head softly as if to dispel the words. “I think that they just wanted to see them up close, and I think that they’re fine now.” Jay smiled tensely, mentally attempting to close the little warning window that had popped up inside his head, blaring “JUNGWON IS ADORABLE” in all of its brightly colored glory. “Either way, you shouldn’t worry ‘bout that. My friends are too stupid to pull off something like that, and too nice to do anything to something that cute.” Jungwon heaved a sigh, planting his hands on his hips. The position made him look like a frumpy grandpa/teenage girl, and Jay couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him at the sight. Jungwon sighed again, a little louder and more drawn-out than last time. “Get back to work, Jay.” Jay laughed. “Okay, Wonie.” Jungwon was quite obviously caught off-guard, and Jay took that opportunity to swipe his thumb across the smear of dough on Jungwon’s nose, bringing it to his lips before realizing what he had done. He grimaced at the taste, scrunching his face at the tang of the raw flour. “Shit, I forgot what raw bread dough tastes like.” Jungwon had previously been just staring at Jay with a horribly concealed gay panic raging through his brain, but at the proclamation from Jay, he broke into laughter. “You’re so stupid, what were you thinking?”

Apparently, there’s a little thing inside Jay’s brain called a brain-to-mouth filter. Jay wants a new one. This one sucks.

“I was thinking that you look pretty when you’re flustered.” Jungwon’s expression was almost unreadable save for his eyes. They were the largest Jay had ever seen, and they were searching his own like they could find the answers to all of his questions inside of Jay’s irises. Jay thought he caught a hint of desperation climbing up inside of the dark pools of Jungwon’s eyes, the same ones he always caught himself diving into when he should be listening to Jungwon’s very important lectures about scavenging in the fairy forest.

His soft, pleasantly cool hand found its way to Jay’s neck. The small fingers caressed the side of his neck and trailed up to his cheek, almost like the fairy was savoring the moment. He couldn’t be; Jay might not quite know how fairies worked, but he was sure there was no way whatever the hell he felt towards Jungwon was reciprocated. “Get back to work, please. You’re distracting me.” Jungwon patted Jay’s face one more time before his hand slipped off of Jay’s cheek and he turned to go back to his own work, unaware of the way his touch had burned searing paths across Jay’s skin everywhere it had made contact.

Jay could barely concentrate on his bread for the rest of the time, too busy reliving every moment that had just occurred. Maybe Jungwon is into you too! chirped the eternally annoying voice in the back of Jay’s mind that was starting to sound more and more like the familiar lilts of Sunghoon’s voice. He scoffed quietly, staring down at the dusting of flour on his hands. There’s absolutely no way...right? He chanced a glance at Jungwon, shocked to find the fairy already staring at him. Their eyes met, and Jungwon hastily cleared his throat and looked away, the familiar flower-pink blush rising in his cheeks. A sparrow chirped from a nearby tree, causing Jungwon’s face to split into a gorgeous, dimpled smile. Jay had the strange urge to poke a finger into them. Yeah. Absolutely no way.

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[super-secret-sick-fics]

ouu yes ive been so obsessed with them (osasuna) recently and there’s barely any fics for them in this department lol i wanted to see something like suna coming to school sick with the stomach flu or something and osamu taking him home to take care of him (i feel like it’s ooc for suna to go to go school if he’s not feeling well so it’d probably be one of those where it gets progressively worse throughout the day) sorry if this is too long haha

Okay!! Thank you for this request. Sorry it took so long. Honestly, I had a lot of fun with this and it ended up being so long, that I’m gonna post it in 2 parts!!

You can totally read either as a stand alone though. Part 2 should be up soon :)

Suna and I have the same birthday, so I actually kinda put a lot of myself into him in this one since we share a star sign lmao. I hope it’s not too ooc for either of them. It’s my first time writing sunaosa!

Sick at School: a SunaOsa fic

Pair: Sick Suna, Caretaker Osamu

Word Count: 3,024

Warnings: vomit & swearing & soft cuddles

Part 2 Here

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Suna was confused.

There was a strange gnawing in his gut that wasn’t there when he woke up this morning. In fact, when he woke up this morning, he felt perfectly fine. Maybe he was a little more tired than usual, but he didn’t sleep all that well, so he brushed it off and got ready for school.

But now, he was sitting in class, his eyes burning as he tried to stay awake. It was only Monday and only the second class of the day, but he felt like he’d been at school for days already. On top of the grumbly feeling in his stomach, his brain was muddled, so paying attention to whatever his teacher was saying was taking every bit of energy he could scrounge up.

It didn’t make sense. He slept his eight hours (even if it wasn’t the best sleep), he ate a good breakfast, he was hydrated, there weren’t any tests or games coming up to make him anxious at all. So the unsteady, uncomfortable, unusual feelings he currently felt simply did not make a single bit of logical, rational sense.

And because they didn’t make sense—because there was no rational reason for him to feel that way—he ignored it.

Ignoring it proved to be more difficult than he anticipated as the fog in his brain solidified into a consistent pounding and the gnawing in his stomach started to feel more like his stomach acid was boiling. The sun shining on him through the window didn’t help any, and he started to feel rather warm. By his fourth class, occasional cramps rolled through his body, forcing him to tense every muscle in his body to keep from wincing.

When the teacher finally released them for lunch, Suna folded his arms on his desk and hid his face in the crook of his elbow, ready to take a nap. Within three seconds, he heard the chair in front of him scrape the ground, grating on his ears, and felt his desk shake as someone sat down. He adjusted his head and peeked over his arm to find Osamu staring down at him, his usual bored look gracing his features.

“Yer sick, Sunarin,” he deadpanned and took a bite of his sandwich. Suna blinked at him several times.

Sick? Was that why he felt so weird? But he wasn’t sick this morning. There was no way he would have come to school if he felt bad.

Still, it would explain why he slept poorly. It must be a fast acting bug.

“I guess so,” he mumbled and buried his face in his elbow again.

“Hmmm,” Osamu mumbled. They were quiet for a minute or two before Osamu spoke again.

“Wanna go to the infirmary?” he asked, his mouth full.

Suna looked up at him again and sighed before sitting up. The world spun around for a brief second and he closed his eyes until the feeling went away. When it righted itself once more, his stomach was hurting worse than before.

“How’d you know anyway?” he asked and rested his chin in his hand.

“You’ve been lookin’ bad all mornin’. Wasn’t hard to tell.” Osamu shrugged. His sandwich was gone and he started making his way through the onigiri he most likely made himself. The fact that Osamu could tell he wasn’t feeling well from across the room made Suna blush. Or maybe he had a fever?

“Plus,” Osamu continued, “Tsumu’s home right now with a pretty nasty stomach bug. Threw up all over his bed last night.” He scrunched up his nose cutely, probably remembering the disastrous scene from the night before. Atsumu was never good at being a sick person. Or an injured person. Or a person at all, really.

“Wouldn’t be all that surprising if ya caught it from him since ya slept over at our place last weekend.”

Suna nodded in agreement.

“What about you?” he asked. Osamu shrugged again.

“I’ll probably be spewin’ my guts out by Thursday. Usually how it goes. One of us catches something then the other is sick within the week. We’ve only been sick at the same time a handful o’ times.”

“Mmmm,” Suna nodded and put his head down once more. It was suddenly very difficult to hold his head up.

“Infirmary?” Osamu asked again. Suna shook his head.

“Can’t move,” he whined before he could stop himself. Osamu looked at him with wide eyes.

“W-well, I’ll help ya out, dumbass,” he stuttered and Suna returned the wide eyed look.

“Uh, sure. But finish your lunch first. I can wait. You should eat. Wake me up when you’re done,” he said and closed his eyes.

“Alright. Lemme know if we need to go sooner though…” Osamu said hesitantly and Suna tried to ignore the implication behind the phrase.

Just because Atsumu had a stomach bug didn’t mean that Suna did too. He wouldn’t throw up at school. The increasing nausea absolutely had to be related to the growing migraine that slammed away at his head. He definitely would not throw up at school.

Before he started overthinking himself into a downward spiral, Osamu placed a hand in his hair. Suna was tense at first, but then Osamu started gently scratching his scalp and he immediately relaxed. He was a little embarrassed, honestly. Not because this was unusual though.

Osamu knew it helped Suna with his frequent headaches, so Suna was sure he somehow knew about the incoming migraine. It was just that this was usually something Osamu did for him in much more private settings. He’d do it on the bus on the way back from away games, or in one of their rooms after school or during a sleepover. To be so affectionate in the middle of their classroom was unheard of and if Suna wasn’t feeling so poorly, he’d probably smack Osamu’s hand away.

“Ya got a slight fever there, Sunarin,” Osamu whispered gently.

“Mmmm.”

“Okay. I’ll let ya know when I’m done eatin’.”

“Mmmm.”

Within a few seconds, Suna felt himself drift off.

When he woke up again, it wasn’t because of Osamu.

A violent cramp rolled through his gut and he shot up in his seat, ignoring the startled looks of his classmates. The cramp passed quickly, but left behind a foreboding feeling of nausea so intense it left him paralyzed and glued to his seat.

A second later, he noticed that Osamu was nowhere to be found and his anxiety increased. The situation was becoming increasingly urgent and there was no way in hell he could move or speak without throwing up all over his desk.

His chest tightened and he swallowed back a gag. He needed help. He needed Osamu.

“Suna-kun?” a girl from his class touched his shoulder and he flinched. She withdrew her hand.

“O-osamu—“ he forced out and she nodded urgently and ran away and out the door. Less than a minute later, she came back, Osamu hot on her heels. She pointed to Suna and Osamu nodded before rushing over and stood in front of him.

“Sunarin?” he tried and Suna shook his head.

“Are ya gonna—“ Suna nodded before Osamu could finish his question. The eyes of all of his classmates burned Suna’s already flushed cheeks and as if to let everyone know what was going on, a gag forced itself through his body painfully and he leaned over his desk. He brought the back of his hand up to his mouth and whimpered.

“Can someone bring me a trash can, maybe?” Osamu snapped at their peers. The girl from before nodded and dashed to the corner of the room and dragged the trash can over to Suna’s desk.

Everyone froze again and stared with scared eyes at the situation unfolding. Suna shook with effort, trying to stop the inevitable. He really really didn’t want everyone to watch him throw up.

Thankfully, Osamu had his back.

“Leave?!” He shouted and everyone ran out of the room.

“I’ll bring the nurse, Osamu-kun,” the same girl said and Osamu nodded, but his eyes were focused only on Suna. They’d have to remember to thank that girl later.

“I’m sorry, Rintaro. I finished my lunch and you were sleepin’ so peaceful I thought I had time to go to the bathroom before I took ya to the infirmary,” Osamu apologized and cupped Suna’s face in his hands. His voice was much softer than a second ago. It was the voice reserved for those quiet nights that they spent chatting before they fell asleep. Or on the team bus early in the morning when everyone else was still too groggy to pay attention to them. And it comforted Suna in ways he couldn’t comprehend.

“I feel sick, S-samu,” Suna forced through gritted teeth. The swirling in his stomach grew more insistent by the second and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was leaning over the trash can.

“I know, Rin. I’m sorry. It’s okay. I’ve got ya,” Osamu smiled softly at him and brushed his hair back. He frowned when Suna unconsciously leaned into his cold hands.

“Fever got higher,” he mumbled. Suna gagged again.

“Alright, c‘mon,” he said and circled around the desk behind Suna. Osamu gently grabbed his trembling shoulders and positioned him over the trash can. People’s leftovers from lunch filled about half the bin and the smell of all the different foods made Suna dizzy.

“Rin, ya gotta relax,” Osamu sighed and forcefully rubbed between Suna’s shoulder blades.

“N-no,” Suna said stubbornly.

“Yer an idiot.”

“Y-yeah.”

“It’s gonna feel worse if ya don’t just let it happen,” Osamu tried. Suna shook his head.

“Alright well, be mad at me later, then,” Osamu muttered. Suna was about to turn and look at him questioningly, but Osamu wrapped a hand around Suna’s front and placed it on his stomach. Even the minimal contact forced a wretch that left Suna reeling.

“D-don’t,” he tried, but the request was punctuated by a painful hiccup.

“I’m sorry. Can’t do that,” Osamu responded before starting to rub up and down on Suna’s stomach quickly. The motion shook the contents nauseatingly and Suna couldn’t stop the watery burp that followed. He shook his head, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Osamu didn’t relent. He started patting Suna’s back with the other hand, forcing belch after belch. The conflicting motions wreaked havoc on Suna’s already chaotic stomach.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, before Suna grabbed Osamau’s wrist tightly.

“S-stop—hurrk. P-please, Samu. No m-mor—hic,” Suna begged. All of his limbs felt like they were about a thousand pounds and he shivered, cold despite the sun beating down on his back.

“It’s okay, Rin. I got ya,” Osamu muttered. He pried Suna’s sweaty hand off his wrist and replaced it with his hand. Suna squeezed hard when a wet belch jolted his body. His other hand grabbed the rim of the trash can in a white-knuckled grip. Osamu used his free hand to rub gently between Suna’s shoulder blades again.

Suna squeezed his eyes shut when he wretched. His throat felt tight and he tried to swallow the accumulating saliva in his mouth, only for it to come back up with a noisy gag. He opted to just drop his mouth open and let the spit fall into the trash can disgustingly.

“S-Samu—“ he tried but was interrupted by a guttural, wet, burp that left his head spinning. Two seconds later, he wretched and a weak stream vomit dribbled out of his mouth. It burned his throat and coated his mouth. The disgusting taste left him more nauseous than he thought possible and a belch gurgled in the back of his throat. He heaved, but nothing else came up.

“Ah, Rin, I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry,” Osamu shushed him. Suna didn’t even realize he was crying.

He continued heaving for what must have been an eternity before another painful gag jolted him forward and brought with it a torrent of pale vomit into the trash can. At least he didn’t have to see everyone’s discarded lunch anymore. Not that his new view was much prettier.

“There ya, go Sunarin,” Osamu soothed. Suna sputtered and coughed, trying to catch his breath. His body was relentless though, and before he felt like he had sufficient oxygen, he was lurching forward with more forceful vomit pouring out of his mouth.

Suna’s body didn’t let up. It was stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of gasping breaths abruptly interrupted by a fountain of vomit forcing its way out. Eventually, he was just left heaving over the trash can, his stomach trying but failing to expel whatever might be left. Anxiety crawled up his spine and the room spun. He wanted to breathe, he really did. He just couldn’t.

“Fuck, Rin, breathe. Please,” Osamu demanded and his voice shattered through Suna’s panic. He nodded and closed his eyes to try and collect himself. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled heavily through his mouth. A minute or two of that, and he was able to take in his surroundings again.

At some point, Osamu wrapped an arm around Suna’s chest because apparently, his own arms gave out at some point and hung limply at his sides. He spit the residual nastiness out of his mouth and squinted up at Osamu.

“Can we leave?” he asked plainly. Osamu stared at him owlishly and then chuckled.

“It’s the middle of the day Rin, I can’t just—“

“Please?” he all but begged and grabbed Osamu’s arm. Osamu hesitated for the briefest of seconds before relenting with a heavy breath.

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘course. Want me to call yer mom?” Osamu responded. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off Suna’s face. Suna shook his head.

“Is it too much to ask if I can stay with you? I don’t want to risk giving this to my little sister and grandma.” His voice was quieter than he wanted, but he was wiped out. He cleared his throat and spit in the trash can. He was fading fast. All he wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep whatever bug this was off.

“Yeah okay. I’ll ask my Ma. Shouldn’t be too much of an issue since Tsumu’s sick too.” Osamu pulled out his phone and massaged Suna’s scalp. It felt so good that he leaned over and buried his face in Osamu’s stomach. If he wasn’t careful, he’d fall asleep here. Hopefully Osamu’s mom would be okay with it and come quickly.

“Ma, can you come pick me and— no I’m not sick— well, if you’d just let me talk ya crazy—Ma I do have a good reason to be call— would ya stop talkin—yer damn right I’m being disrespectfu—Ma!” As Osamu argued with his mother over the phone (it was nothing new) Suna took inventory of his body.

There was no denying he was sick. That much was obvious. His head was pounding and his stomach still rolled and swirled uncomfortably. Shivers danced up and down his body, exacerbated by the sweat that coated his skin. He was sure that he had a fever. All of his limbs weighed him down and he didn’t think he had any sort of energy to move them. It was taking all he had to stay awake right now.

“Osamu-san!” The girl from before returned, the school nurse right behind her.

“Suna Rintaro, you poor boy. Caught that bug going around, I see,” he heard the nurse and pulled his face away from Osamu’s body. Blinking a few times to clear his blurry vision, he sniffed and stared at the old lady in front of him.

She stuck a thermometer in his mouth without saying a word and pulled a water bottle out from her coat pocket. While they were waiting for his temperature, Suna glanced at Osamu, who was now leaning against the desk behind Suna’s. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, his other still holding the phone to his ear as he continued listening to his mother rant.

Without thinking, Suna reached over and grabbed a hold of Samu’s shirt with one hand. Osamu looked down in surprise before his face softened and he put a hand on Suna’s shoulder.

The thermometer beeped and Suna winced.

“38.7,” the nurse read and pursed her lips. She pulled out some medicine from her lab coat and gave some to Suna. He grimaced. Even in his hazy state, he knew putting something in his stomach wouldn’t go over well.

“Suna-kun, you need to get that fever of your’s down. I know it’s not ideal, but please try.” Suna turned his head away. She sighed.

“Okay, but make sure you take something at home. Does someone need to call your mother?” Before Suna could answer, Osamu interrupted.

“I’ll take him ma’am,” he said, apparently off the phone with his mother.

“Osamu-kun, don’t you be thinking you can just skip out on school,” she warned.

“I would never,” Osamu charmed, “I think it’s the smartest move, ya see. Atsumu is at home with the same illness right now and so there’s no way I ain’t carrying the germs for it. Wouldn’t it be safest if I go home too? Before I infect anyone else. And I can take Sunarin with me.”

The nurse gave him a skeptical look, but then glanced over at Suna. She noticed his grip on Osamu’s shirt and the former’s hand firmly on Suna’s back. It must’ve made Suna look pretty pathetic because she relented almost immediately.

“Oh fine, fine. Does someone need to call your mom?”

“No, ma’am. Just got off the phone with her. She’ll be here soon. Said she’s got no problem taking Sunarin in ‘til he’s all better.” He squeezed Suna’s shoulder and Suna relaxed knowing he wasn’t at risk of infecting his little sister or aging grandmother. He sighed and smiled gratefully at Osamu.

It was comforting to know that Osamu was going to be looking after him. Because, if the swirling in his stomach told him anything, he was in for a really long night.